Authors: Samantha Blair
I bit my lip. That didn't sound so hard. "Okay. What's my first task?"
"You already completed your first task, and you did very well. It's time for your reward."
Oh right. I blushed against my will.
I can't believe I sucked his cock. It's such a double standard, but he probably thinks I'm a huge slut now.
"Tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours."
"N-n-nothing," I stammered. He wasn't buying it. He lifted my chin like he had done in the store and looked into my eyes.
"Hey, don’t be afraid to talk to me. I'm not going to think any less of you for having doubts or asking questions okay?"
"It's just stupid," I mumbled.
"It's not stupid, Kat. Tell me what's got you looking so conflicted."
"You don't—" I paused, trying to force the words out. "You don't think I'm a slut?"
He laughed. "God no, Kat, why would you say that?"
"Well I just met you, and I mean... If Jamie knew—ya know? She would think—"
"I think you are a beautiful, curious woman who wants to explore her sexuality. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that. What you choose to do with your body is your business and no one else's. You are not a slut. You are not dirty. And the next time that someone tries to put ideas like that in your head, I want you to ignore them. Don't ever doubt yourself when you're with me okay?"
I smiled. "
’K
ay."
"Now," he said, leaning forward over me. "About that reward."
He brought his lips to my neck and nuzzled just below my jaw line. I lifted my head to give him better access. His hands brushed the expanse of skin just above the waistline of my jeans. I jumped slightly at his touch.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'm just going to make you feel good. We won't go any further than you want."
I nodded. He unbuttoned my jeans and gently tugged them off of my hips.
"I wanna touch you," he said. God, I loved the sound of his voice. It was like he could melt my insides with those words.
He dropped my jeans to the floor then pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him. His hands moved gracefully over the outside of my thighs, the
n
came to rest just below my cotton panties. I was really glad that I'd worn cute underwear. They weren't the sexiest pair I had, but they were blue at least.
"Put your head right here," he said
,
tilting his head and indicating that I should lean on his shoulder. I did as he asked, breathing in his scent. He smelled of masculinity and wood smoke. Heavenly.
"Just relax, beautiful. I'm going to make you feel good."
It was impossible not to relax under his touch. His skilled hands gently worked the knots out of my back as I pressed my chest against his. I closed my eyes and gave into the sensations, trusting him to do as he said he would. His rough hands moved over my body with the practiced ease of an expert. There was no fumbling, no hesitation, just steady confidence. It was intoxicating.
I gave into the feeling of power that he exuded. I just knew that he would take care of me. I felt incredibly safe and protected in his arms. It was like nothing else mattered. I could forget about everything else in my life and just feel.
His jeans were unyielding under the soft skin of my naked thighs as I rubbed myself against him. I couldn't help it. He was setting my body on fire by touching me everywhere but where I wanted him
to
most. He laughed gently in my ear. "You're an eager little thing aren't you? I can't wait to see you strugglin’ against the ropes when I tie you up. You're gonna be a squirmy one."
I moaned softly and felt the wetness pooling in my panties. Just the thought of being tied to this man's bed was enough to have me on the verge of an orgasm. I ground my core harder against his denim-covered erection.
Finally, he brought his hand up between my legs, his fingers sliding under the waistband of my panties while the other hand cupped the swell of my ass. He pushed two fingers slowly inside me, his thumb coming to rest right on my sweet spot. I rocked shamelessly against his hand.
"You are so wet," he growled. "Do you like the idea of being tied to my bed? You want me to restrain you, and then have my way with you don't you? You want me to posses
s
you, to use you for my pleasure."
"Please," I begged. God, I was so close. His fingers were working magic between my legs, and I was absolutely desperate for release.
"Fuck my fingers, you greedy little slut."
My eyes widened in surprise at his words. He’d just finished tell me that I wasn’t a slut and now he was growling the filthy word in my ear. Part of me wanted to be deeply offended, but a part of me that I hadn't known existed wanted to hear him say it again. I b
r
ought myself down harder onto his waiting hand. He rubbed circles on my clit with the pad of his thumb.
So close. So fucking close.
"C
u
m for me, Kat."
His words held such authority. I could do nothing but obey him. I closed my eyes and pushed my hips forward one more time as he curled his fingers slightly inside me. I couldn't stop the throaty moan that escaped from my lips as I came. He told me how sexy I was as I shuddered in his strong grip. It felt incredible. In that moment I felt like the most beautiful woman who ever lived.
He held me sweetly until I could breathe normally again. Eventually, I realized that I would have to leave the safe bubble of his arms. I reluctantly put my jeans back on, and he pulled the completed pages from the printer. I promised to look over them before Tuesday. He kissed me on the forehead and walked me out to my truck.
* * * *
A weekend had never passed by so slowly. I was counting the minutes until Tuesday would finally arrive. I'd read the checklist no less than fifteen times. I didn't even know what some of this stuff
—
okay a lot of this stuff
—
was. Thank God for Google. Unfortunately
,
the more research I did, the more I wanted to experience. I was so fucking horny by the time I got to the end of the list I thought I would explode.
Did people really do these things? I had no idea, but I was desperate to find out. Some of it, I'll admit, was intimidating
, e
specially under the punishments section, but my curiosity and desire were far outweighing my fear. For some reason, I just trusted Cody. He might want to do some filthy things to me, but I didn't believe that he wanted to hurt me.
I had the day off on Tuesday, and it was miserable. I had nothing to occupy my time and so my imagination ran wild. My dad was working
from three
to
eleven
, so we had breakfast and lunch together, but scrubbing the kitchen counter for the third time
in one day
was still not enough of a distraction. All I could do was remember the feel of
Cody’s
hands on my body and his cock in my mouth. I replayed his words over and over in my head.
You want me to restrain you and then have my way with you don't you? You want me to posses
s
you. Think about how it's going to feel when I have you tied to my bed, and I'm fucking you hard.
I shook myself out of my musing. I was going to go insane if I had to wait any longer.
My dad finally left for work, and I went upstairs to get ready. I took a bath and shaved my legs. When I was done I carefully trimmed my pubic hair as well. I'd considered going to get waxed or something but I didn't really know what to do. I thought Cody would probably say something if he wanted me to behave differently. He sure wasn't shy about asking for what he wanted.
I flushed with heat. Fuck. I had no idea that a man could affect me this much.
I dressed in jeans and a button
-
down shirt that I'd always thought looked good on me. I had on the sexiest underwear I owned. I had considered dressing up more, but knowing me, I would just trip over my strappy shoes and make a fool of myself. Finally at
a
quarter to seven I got into my car, my completed checklist in the envelope on the passenger seat.
Cody answered the door a moment after I knocked, and I was once again taken aback by his muscled physique. He was dressed in his standard jeans and t-shirt, which made me feel better about my choice.
"Right on time. Come in, Kat." He took the brown envelope from my hands and ushered me into the kitchen.
"Something smells fantastic," I commented. It was true. He'd made ravioli, salad, and garlic bread. I was impressed. Cowboys weren’t known for their cooking skills. We made small talk for a while as he finished dinner, and then he joined me at the table.
"So," he said. "What did you think?" He gestured to the envelope that was now resting on the table at his right hand.
I swallowed the bite of salad that I was chewing. I knew I was blushing, and I hated it. "Um, I found it all very interesting."
He gave me a very stern look. "You can do better than that, Kat."
"Uh, okay, I um—" I hesitated. This was not easy to put into words. "I was incredibly aroused by it. I did some research, because I didn't know what a lot of those things were, and there were some things I would really like to experience."
"Good." He opened the folder and looked at my list while he ate. I'd suddenly lost my appetite. What if
he
thought I made bad choices? What if he wanted to do something I wasn't comfortable with? I pushed my food around on my plate.
"Eat, Kat," he commanded. I dropped my fork. He burst out laughing at me. I was mortified, but I laughed with him. Maybe I was being just a little silly about the whole thing.
"Jeez, sweetheart, calm down. I promise I don't bite... hard." He winked at me, and I melted. He handed me a new fork and went back to my checklist.
"You're surprisingly brave," he commented, "at least on paper. Did you really mean this or did you fill it out thinking that this was what I wanted to hear?"
I swallowed hard. I had been truthful. I mean sure I was nervous, but if I didn't like something I could always say stop. I didn't have to like everything that we tried. He said he wanted to be my teacher, and I wanted to be a good pupil. How was I supposed to know what I wanted until I'd tried it?
"I was honest," I managed. "I mean, you’ll stop if I don't like it, right? I don't know for sure that I'm going to like everything, but I'm willing to try."
"Good girl," he said, considering me. "You're gonna be a lot of fun."
I smiled and went back to picking at my ravioli.
"We need to establish some safewords. Did you come across that in your research?"
"Yes," I answered. "But I didn't really understand why the safeword wasn't just 'stop' or 'no
.
'"
"Good question. Some people do use those words, but they can be limiting. What happens if you want to experience rape
play or other kinds of fantasy where 'no' might really mean 'yes'? In a case like that, you need to be sure that the meaning is really clear. Secondly, sometimes 'no' just slips out. For example, if I were to throw you over the table right now and spank you, you'd be likely to say 'stop' out of reflex, but you wouldn't necessarily mean it. Picking something a little more obscure means that you have to think about it before you say it. You have to be really sure that you really want to stop before you safeword."
"That makes sense," I agreed.
"The traditional method is to use two words, typically
“
yellow
”
for slow down, and
“
red
”
for stop—like a stoplight. Because you're learning, I'll expect you to use yellow a fair amount at first. You're going to have questions and that's okay. If you say 'yellow
,
' we'll talk about it. The only time you should use red is if you're really afraid, or if something really hurts, like in a dangerous kind of way. The second I hear 'red' I'll completely stop, get out of character, untie you, whatever the case may be. Don't use it lightly. Safewords are a very serious issue."
"Okay," I agreed. I was glad that he was taking this seriously. This was my safety we were talking about after all.
"Any objections to using
“
red
”
and
“
yellow
”
?"
"No," I said.
"Good. Those are your words. Don't forget them." He considered my list for another minute. "It seems like you like the idea of restraint and/or suspension. Why is that?"
I blushed, again. I couldn't quite figure out how to
turn
my thoughts into words. When I didn't answer right away, he chastised me
,
telling me that if I wasn't mature enough to talk about it, I wasn't mature enough to do it. I thought that over for a minute and had to concede that he was probably right. It was just so damn intimidating.